He already knew their answer—if it had been a refusal, they certainly wouldn't have come here in person.
Baolin Jia had been planning this money-making scheme for a year.
Over the past year, he had approached many wealthy disciples, but none of them had responded, and he was on the verge of giving up his dream.
"Martial Aunt, what do you think?" Baolin Jia ran up to them and eagerly asked.
Amalia saw the glint of tears in his eyes, knowing it was from excitement, and smiled understandingly, "I think it looks good. The plan seems feasible. What about your father? Has he agreed?"
Baolin Jia glanced around, noticing that some people were paying attention to them.
He immediately said, "Junior Master Uncle, Martial Aunt, let's talk at my place."
"That works," Amalia also didn't want to draw too much attention.
The three of them went to Baolin Jia's residence.
